Page 64 of The Power Play

He still doesn’t react as I word vomit mysinsto this total stranger.

“No one is perfect, and to think He expects that would be ridiculous. He accepts everyone.”

“I think He might be a She,” I say to try and fluster him.

To his credit, he just shrugs, “And that is your opinion to have. Frankly, none of us know for sure, do we?”

“Are you…am I talking to a real person right now? Are you really a Pastor?”

He nods, “I am, why do you ask?”

“Because my entire life I was told the exact opposite from what you’re telling me.”

“Well, I’m sorry if that’s the case. But this is what is believed here.”

I huff a breath. “And what if I still don’t believe?”

“That’s okay, too. He will still accept you even if you don’t accept Him.”

I mull that over for a beat, crinkling the paper in my hand even more. Maybe it wasn’t religion or the church that was the problem this whole time, but it’s the excuse my grandma gave to treat me like shit.

It’s not her, it’s God, right? Then I can’t get mad at her, can’t be upset with her because she’s just doing what God wants.

“Thank you,” I say abruptly before turning and leaving as I feel like I couldn’t get enough air inside there. There’s a garbage can right outside that I toss the letter in. I don’t need to see whatever she’s trying to tell me.

I don’t need to worry about any of her punishments anymore. The ones she claimed came from God. No, it turns out I tried so hard to seek out the Devil as revenge for how I was treated because of God. But really, I was living with it already.

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I’m not sure where Audrey and I stand with…really anything. So that makes it especially difficult right now, when I’m sitting alone in my hotel room. I don’t have the notifications for when Audrey goes live anymore, but looking at the app is tempting to check. She’s alone in my condo and this is about the time she would be camming.

Plus, she knows that I know now so it’s not like I would be doing anything wrong. I’m just going to check to see if she’s online. Once I click open the app, she’s the first account that shows up since she’s my most frequently visited. She’s actually the only visited. And she’s online.

I debate with myself for all of five seconds before clicking to join her show. As soon as the video loads, I see that she’s in my living room with toys laid out on the coffee table once again. There are less than she had for me, and I notice the yellow vibrator is not present. I try not to think about that meaning anything more than it does.

She’s lying on the couch, with her head turned toward the camera. The long red hair of the wig is spread out around her and as always, the black lace mask is covering the top half of her face. A gorgeous smile covering the bottom half.

“Hi Charles,” she greets, seeing my name enter the virtual room.

My cock jumps at the idea of us playing our old roles once again. Acting like we don’t know what each other tastes and feels like. We are Lacey and Charles once again.

Charles: Hey pretty girl.

Audrey turns her head so she’s looking up at the ceiling. I take in her body as she lays there, somewhere I had her just a couple days ago. She’s talking about her day, how boring it was and just acting like she’s talking to some friends. Even though she’s laid out in some lingerie I want to rip off her body.

I try to hold back requesting a private call. I really do. I justify it by the fact that she needs the money to fix up her house and she will need to do that and go home eventually. I know she wouldn’t accept me paying for it outright–I’ve considered it–but this is a loophole to that.

Yeah, that’s why I request the private call with her. No other reason.

I watch as the alert must pop up on her end and she bites the corner of her lip to hide a smile as she sits up and leans closer to her computer.

“I’ll be back guys; think about what option we are going to be using tonight while I’m gone. I want to be drunk on orgasmsby the end of the night,” she blows a kiss to the camera before accepting my call.

I adjust myself in view of the camera while it loads, and just like her I’m playing the part. I angle my phone so she can only see my bare chest and the waistband of my sweatpants. When the video loads and she can see me, she smiles even wider.

“Well, hi there,Charles,”she draws out my name and I have never liked being called Charles. Not until her.

“Hi,Lacey.”

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